[Trish would feel some kind of way to know she's interacted with Doppio enough he's learned to think better of handing her words for her to beat him over the head with. Especially because the idea of him being afraid with regards to what happened to her would be a weighty bludgeon indeed. Why should he care other than for outside retribution? She would be insulted if he dared to imply he gives a damn.

But he doesn't do any of that, and she's only left to wonder why he pushes back so quickly at her assertion. It would be easier for him, wouldn't it? If she were like him, he wouldn't have to worry about any past actions coming back to haunt him. She's the past embodied for him and Diavolo both, so it's only natural they chafe against one another, and rendering her toothless by depriving her of memories...it'd be more palatable to them.

Of course, memories don't tell her why he'd want to know, and she stares at him for a long, searching moment, deciding whether or not he's entitled to know where her empty heart took her.

Maybe she can use her answer as a bartering chip, actually.]

...Someone I know found me and brought me home before I was completely gone. By the end, all I remembered was my own name. Fortunately, it was temporary, as I'm not sure what kind of person I'd become without my memories.

[A very, very pointed comment, that one.

Her next words are softer, but no less pointed, especially with the weight of the intent behind them.]

Can I ask you something in return, Doppio?